Unfold your heart.
Sharpen your ears.
And never say no to the world when it asks you to dance.
~Tahereh Mafi, Furthermore

Steady Beat

From the time your baby was born, you probably held them to your chest and the two of you felt the beating of one another’s hearts. As you relaxed into one another, you began to match breath for breath, creating a sense of peace and calm for you both. You instinctually patted a gentle steady beat on your baby’s diapered bum, or rocked slowly to a steady rhythm that only you could hear. Steady beat begins with your baby hearing your heartbeat in the womb and its importance is carried with them throughout their whole life. Experiencing steady beat with your child and, later, allowing them to explore and create steady beat themselves is a foundational skill that can be build upon throughout their lives.

revolting children

We are revolting children…
Living in revolting times.
We sing revolting songs
Using revolting rhymes.
We’ll be revolting children,
‘Til our revolting’s done,
And we’ll have the Trunchbull bolting.
We’re revolting!

 

 

Stuck in traffic, trying to get Katie to choir rehearsal while competing with the rest of the city of Pittsburgh who were on their way to the Pen’s Stanley Cup victory parade, we had an interesting chat about the meaning of Matilda’s “Revolting Children.”

Matilda Schubert Theatre

If you know me even a little bit through my blog, my Facebook page, or in real life, you know how important Matilda the Musical has been to me. I saw it on Broadway on my my first solo trip in twenty years (you can see it too, but hurry because it closes January 1, 2017!), and it was amazingly magical. We were lucky enough to have the touring company come here to the ‘Burgh, and I got to take Katie Grace to see it for her birthday AND went again with a friend. It might be coming to your city as well! You can check out the tour site here. All the children love the music and sing it pretty regularly, and we enjoy comparing and contrasting the Broadway and West End cast recordings. You know, as you do. So, it made a lot of sense that our very first musical of the summer was Matilda the Musical.

Summer 2016

Summer 2016

So, I’m still home. I’m facing the reality that life as I knew it might be a bygone thing, and I’m learning to find my peace with it. My therapist– and let’s face it, when you’re going through this sort of life upheaval, it’s really to your benefit to have a therapist– suggested, when I told her how much I miss writing and blogging that I channel that energy into writing about life with epilepsy instead. I thought about it, but then decided I really didn’t want to. I don’t like living with epilepsy and I certainly don’t want to write about it. Instead, I’ve decided to go back to blogging and writing about my passion– play-based early childhood education. At first, I wondered if I really could. I’m not homeschooling. I’m not teaching. I’ll have my children for the summer, but then they’re back to school. Can I really still blog about these things, or would I be a fraud?

Hello! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

There have been a lot of changes around here. If I can ever find a way to explain it all, I will eventually, but for now I’ll give the short and sweet bullet-points version

  • We are schooling four different ways, which is enough to make my head spin. The youngest two are spending their days with my friend who also has three little ones and are having an amazing time. The middle two are at our local elementary school a couple of blocks away and are adjusting nicely. Oldest daughter is homeschooling using Palomar K12 and oldest son is cyberschooling and will be going to CAPA, the public arts magnet school, next year. I’m so proud of all of them.

I sit on my bed, sandwiched between a restless toddler and a half-naked sleeping four-year-old on the last morning I will ever wake up in this house that I have disliked for ten years.

This house we bought, knowing all its flaws and fixer-uppers qualities, but always lacked the skill and money to give the attention it desperately needed.

This house that went so quickly to big enough to way too small.

This house that was outdated before we ever stepped through the front door.

This house that was a blessing from God and a shelter to our bodies and spirits.